"No fight, then," said Jasper. "It's evident he's flunked."
"Wow!" cried Texas! "No fight! What's the matter with me?"
And, suiting the action to the word, he whipped off his coat.
"Not to-day," responded Jasper, with decision. "You'll have your chance another day."
"Unless you run home, too," sneered Harris.
Texas' face was fiery red with anger, and he doubled up his fists and made a leap for the last speaker.
"You coyote!" he roared. "You an' me'll fight now!"
Bull Harris started back, and before Texas could reach him half a dozen cadets interfered. Williams, the would-be defender of his class, seized the half-wild fellow by the shoulders and forced him back.
"Just take it easy," he commanded. "Just take it easy. You'll learn to control yourself before you've been here long."
Texas could do nothing, for he was surrounded completely. Bull Harris was led away, and then the rest of the cadets scattered to steal into camp, but Texas snatched up his coat in a rage, and strode away toward barracks, muttering angrily to himself, the "Parson" following behind in silence. The latter ventured to interpose a remark on the way, and Texas turned upon him angrily.